'Out of one frying pan...' Cordell thought to herself as the pod lurched to life, briefly launching into a gut-tightening arc before splashing back down haphazardly and beginning to come online. She was jostled, to be sure, but had managed to get a handhold and brace herself before the separation from the main craft, so in that regard all was well. That she now shared a fairly snug emergency craft with a handful of Atlas personnel didn't do much to put her at ease, and neither did the awareness that the water around them almost certainly teemed with dark life. And then, passing right in front of their pod's main view port, swam the largest f***ing Grimm she had ever, EVER seen. It was an uphill battle not to be absolutely overcome with fear at the sight -- that thing was big enough that it could probably swallow the pod whole and not even realize it. The pirate captain held her breath and stayed as stock-still as she could manage, terrified at the idea that it might notice them. Thank the gods, it just kept on swimming.
The pod, now coming fully online, did what it was built and programmed to do. Whether it would ultimately protect the group long enough to make landfall... well, that was an entirely separate matter. She was certain that the lesser Grimm were still after them, if only because Grimm never gave up that easily, but if this pod had been built right it would probably keep them all safe... at least for a while. The idea to use her Semblance, both to get a better picture of their tactical situation and the pod's systems, did cross Cordell's mind -- she dismissed it. If there was even the slightest chance using it might draw that thing's attention, it was far too great a risk.
Her eyes were drawn to the computer systems and the maps brought up by the auto-rescue systems. Land was an hour away, and even once they got there safety was far from assured. Getting to a point where her captors wouldn't be pointing gun barrels at her for the rest of this ordeal would improve survivability considerably.
"So . . . " She began somewhat awkwardly, sure to keep her hands where they could be seen. "I'm sure you lot have plenty'a questions for me, then." She glanced at blonde #3 (Aurum), remembering his comments earlier. "Also: a parrot? Really?" There was bemused incredulity in her voice, accompanied by an uplifted eyebrow. She wasn't sure why blue-eyes thought she'd be useful as a guide, but confirming or denying any of this group's suspicions about her could be a bad move at this point. Better to deal with direct questions and see where things went -- volunteering info when it didn't benefit her was too much like giving plunder away for free, after all.